Chapter 5: Kneeling Interrogation
The linen of her bra was thin, almost sheer under the clinical light, and she felt the absurd duality of it—the flush of heat across her skin, the tight chill of her nipples, and the cold, institutional air raising goosebumps along her arms. She was both burning and freezing. Jerome’s eyes, that unsettling electric blue, didn’t blink as they traveled over the curves presented at his eye level.
“Lean for me. I want to see them better,” he said, his voice a low rasp that vibrated in the sterile space. “And let’s continue our game.”
She didn’t lean. Instead, she moved, the whisper of her trousers against the linoleum floor loud in the silence, and settled on her knees beside his bolted-down chair. It put her breasts squarely in his line of sight, the valley between them exposed by the cut of the bra. She kept her hands folded in her lap, back straight, a parody of professional composure. She did not touch him.
“Better view?” she asked, her own voice surprisingly steady.
“A gallery-worthy exhibition, Doc.” He let out a satisfied sigh, the chains on his wrists clinking softly as he adjusted in his seat. “So. Where were we? Let's play our 'sex on the phone' again...Selina.”
He let the name hang in the air, a lure and a taunt all at once. Her composure wavered, a slight tremor in her lower lip she hoped he didn’t catch. The silence stretched, filled only by the hum of the faulty light overhead.
“Our game,” he prompted, his gaze never leaving her chest. “My turn to set the scene. I’m unzipping my pants now, feeling you watch.”
“I see your hands moving,” Evelyn whispered, playing along, her breath quickening.
“I slowly move the head of my cock to touch your lips,” Jerome murmured, his voice a graveled intimacy. “What do you feel?”
She closed her eyes, the fantasy superimposing itself on the sterile room. “Wetness,” she breathed out. “Your pre-cum, a slick, salty heat. The smell of your desire, musky and sharp.”
Her tongue darted to wet her own lips. “I slowly wrap my lips around its head in a kiss, before slowly licking it. I taste you.” A faint grimace, then a look of confused arousal crossed her face. “You remind me of the sea and spoiled eggs. I shouldn’t like this taste. But I do.”
She opened her eyes, meeting his. “And what do you feel?”
A cruel, delighted smile split his face. “The softest damn pressure I’ve ever known,” he growled, leaning forward as far as his restraints allowed. “A warm, wet seal. The very tip of your tongue, hesitant, then curious. It’s a flutter against a nerve I didn’t know I had.”
His chains rattled as his hands flexed. “Your submission is sweeter than candy.”
Evelyn inhaled sharply, the clinical part of her mind disintegrating. She imagined her head tilting, taking him deeper, the stretch of her lips a forbidden thrill. “I feel you thicken on my tongue,” she described, her voice husky. “The pulse of your heartbeat there. The weight of you, a promise of being filled.”
“I feel your surrender,” he countered, his eyes glazing with predatory focus. “The vibration of a moan in your throat. My fingers are in your hair now, just holding, not pushing. Not yet.”
She described the slow, rhythmic bob of her head, the practiced roll of her tongue along his underside. The fantasy was vivid, tactile; she could almost taste the tang of him, feel the strain in her jaw.
Then she gagged, a real, sharp convulsion at the imagined intrusion. “I can’t breathe,” she gasped, the words spilling out. “You’re hitting the back of my throat, and my eyes are watering, but… I don’t want you to stop.”
“I feel your throat spasm around me,” he hissed, excitement tightening his voice. “Tight, wet, perfect panic. I’m holding you there, feeling you struggle to accept it.”
She pulled back in the narrative, coughing, drawing in a ragged lungful of the antiseptic air. “My hands are on you now,” she whispered, her own hands clenched in her lap. “Pumping, slick with spit. I’m looking up at you, my mouth wet and red.”
“I feel your stare,” he said. “It’s worshipful. Needy. It makes my blood roar.”
She ducked her head in her mind’s eye, licking a hot stripe from his base to his tip, then taking his full length again, deeper this time, prepared for it. One hand cupped his balls, a gentle, possessive weight.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, the charade of a game thinning. “All mine. And now I’m fucking that pretty throat, no more games.”
His hips jerked against the chair in shallow, helpless thrusts. Evelyn made a choked sound, part fear, part overwhelming arousal, as she imagined the brutal, perfect pace, the loss of air, the total claim.
“I’m coming,” he growled, the words a raw scrape. “On your face. Open your eyes.”
Her eyes flew open. He was shuddering against his restraints, a stifled groan escaping him as he spent himself against the cold air between them in their fantasy. In the vivid theater of their shared fantasy, she felt the hot, sudden stripes paint her cheeks, her lips, her closed eyelids.
She sat there, knees aching on the hard floor, her white coat stark around her. A long, silent moment passed, the only sound his slowing breath.
Then, slowly, she unbuttoned the top button of her coat. She parted the fabric, revealing the soft, pale skin of her chest and the lace of her bra. With a deliberate, numb movement, she leaned forward and used the curves of her breasts to wipe a clean, tender path across his spent, imagined flesh.
He watched, utterly still, his expression one of stunned, victorious hunger.
She leaned back, the dampness on her skin chilling instantly in the room’s cold air. She said nothing. The session was over.
The fantasy dissolved, leaving only the stark glare of the flickering bulb and the taut outline of his arousal straining against the rough fabric of his trousers. Her own dampness was a shameful secret against her skin, a stark counterpoint to the cool detachment she forced into her voice as she stood, her knees protesting. “Thank you, Jerome,” she said, buttoning her coat with trembling fingers, the information about Selina and the copycat now a cold, hard weight in her mind. “That will be all for today.”